Puppets (Alternate Version)
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When I was just a kid my mom bought me a puppet its my present for my 7th birthday, I kinda like that puppet because his eyes, his lips, his nose, almost real and he's just like a real person to me. And not any person, but a best friend.So that day that puppet never left my hand... when I take a bath he's with me, smiling at the little soap bubbles I fling about, when I play in the playground he's there, going down the slide with me, and when I have bad dreams, he snuggles up close to me. but, as years went by, I began to notice something was slightly off about him... When im sleeping he coldly stares at me, no longer warm and reasurring, and when im alone I almost here a whisper from him, andgrey, threating, but inaudible, I began to get worried, and decided to put him away in my attic. I was to old for such things anyway. I foolishly thought that this thing of cloth and plastic that i had treated like my own brother could be locked away and forrgotten, but he never left me..... I began to see him in my dreams. it was pretty normal at first, just old memories of us playing. But then they got weired. I saw his coal black eyes covered in a thin layer of dust, staring at me. Then it began to blink ever so often...then that whispering, sad and longing at first, then angrey and hostile....I couldn't take it anymore. I told my mother, and she says it just to many horror stories and too much candy. We finaly tried therapy. My psychiatrist told me to concor my fears, and to bring the puppet to her. So I went up to the attic. I hear the whispering, almost a screaming now. And what i saw will stick with me till my death. There was my puppet, my best friend, with a noose arounf his neck, his black eyes full of longing, Why did you leave me? And as i left, forever tramatized i swear i saw a tear roll down his plastic cheek...
Credited to Joshsteele4ever
Originally uploaded on November 5, 2011
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